Shannon Andrews/Killian Jones AKA Captain Hook's Journal

I'm just going to turn my emotions off for good at this rate.

Between the screaming matches (today was the worst, my science fiction class just became a 2 hour screaming match/nasty debate combo), the death glares, the fact the walking Cheeto is now president, mundies having an field day at our expense, living in fear of my own parents since they voted for the Cheeto, a missing weekend and everything from the last month especially (I lost at least one close family friend in London so far) its just easier to simply shut down. Outside of a handful of fellow reincarnates on campus and a couple of professors there's nobody I can trust at the moment. So cue massive spill here since its all I can count on right?

I'm also living in fear since going to school in New York City means living under this wacko's radar (I know its fear but just humor me?). I'm already pricing sublets (already spoke with a professor from the medical school who sublets a spare room in his loft and 2 more are being looked into) since my own apartment does not feel safe anymore (reincarnate friendly building means screaming and signs galore) and making plans for the worst (Canada has options and so does England).

And being underage means I can't hit the booze like most everyone else. So I'm drowning in food and books. Because right now the only harm a book can cause is paper cuts since if Killian was in charge good form would be out the window by now.

And if anyone has a decent alibi to explain radio silence to mundie parents I'm all ears. So far going with a family friend in crisis unless I can think of something better.

I'm going to go cry some more with a pizza and a copy of Jane Eyre before facing the world via going to work (so don't want too since the bookstore is near a protest hotspot).

Current Mood: scared